Steppenwolf *

Steppenwolf *

A Poem by C Peril
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Inspired by the novel Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse

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I long for the rooms of corrupting opulence, inhabited by the daring creatures of the night. 
Renouncing my humanity for just one evening - like a Steppenwolf. How the doves with
dancing breasts will beat their wings, wafting away all inhibitions. At the mercy of an 
angel's caress - oh how they deal in dishing out their worldy pleasures. The seducers of
Egypt and Rome, their Nile tongues lapping up the Pyramids. How a part of me couldn't
care if their hips are ripe and round, a sun disc falling to the ground. 
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We are in the dungeon of our dear Hermine. I hear jazz, transient and passing, playing 
from the horns of Latin men whose feet sit shallow, only dipping in the pool of artistic
merit. Greater Gods, Goethe, Mozart, I can still hear them somewhere as I capitulate
and dance, dance, dance. There are cocktails that stir the blood and there's the liberating 
rush of Opium. Ruin every last drop of me. 
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Right now I have forgotten Church choirs and innocent boys in garments of white... the
pursuits of academia and trying to outwit those cultivators of our collective knowledge
- which, by the way, doesn't seem to have prevented wars or woe. I will not contribute.
I will not partake. Because in this den of sin, they love me for the fur on my back and
the fangs in my mouth. 

© 2019 C Peril


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I enjoyed this. One thing I've noticed is how both popular academia and organized religion are often only filtered dregs left of true knowledge and faith. They lack potency because they have been diluted to suit the masses. If "history belongs to the victors" which are those left to tell the history in some instances, then I would venture the same axiom applies to cultural idealism, religion and education. Sometimes, the truth is hard to find. Sometimes it's hidden between the lines or lying buried in a three thousand year old tomb. But, like the old TV series, X-Files, was so fond of saying, "The truth is out there..."

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C Peril

4 Years Ago

Fabian, always appreciate your reviews my friend. Very glad you enjoyed this one as it marks a bit o.. read more



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I enjoyed this. One thing I've noticed is how both popular academia and organized religion are often only filtered dregs left of true knowledge and faith. They lack potency because they have been diluted to suit the masses. If "history belongs to the victors" which are those left to tell the history in some instances, then I would venture the same axiom applies to cultural idealism, religion and education. Sometimes, the truth is hard to find. Sometimes it's hidden between the lines or lying buried in a three thousand year old tomb. But, like the old TV series, X-Files, was so fond of saying, "The truth is out there..."

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C Peril

4 Years Ago

Fabian, always appreciate your reviews my friend. Very glad you enjoyed this one as it marks a bit o.. read more

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